I can remember just how I felt when your white sun-bonnet, with
Mrs. Crawford's false hair pinned it in, dropped into the basket, and
how awful it seemed when you played dead so long that we almost thought
you were; and when you came to light, the way you imitated the cries of
a French mob, I would have sworn there were a hundred voices instead of
one yelling: "Down with the nobility!" You were a wonderful actress,
Jerrie; and it is a marvel you have not gone upon the stage.'
While he talked he was groping for the bench under the pines, where they
sat down, Dick seating himself upon the parasol, which Jerrie had left
there that morning after her interview with Tom.
'Hallo! what's this?' he said, drawing the parasol from under him. 'An
umbrella, as I live! We are in luck. What good fairy do you suppose left
it here for us?'
Jerrie could not tell him that she had left it there, and she said
nothing; while he opened and held it so that every drop of rain which
slipped from it fell upon her neck and trickled down her back. 'Great
Caesar! that was a roarer!' Dick said, as the peal of thunder which had
so frightened Ann Eliza burst over their heads, and, echoing through the
woods, went bellowing off in the direction of the river, 'That's a
stunner! but I rather like it, and like being here, too, with you, if
you don't mind it.
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